It was a bloody beginning and end.
Shattered glass littered the red stained floors.
A bitter, metal scent,
the silence a bare roar.
She sat in the corner of the room,
trembling with dismay.
A black cloaked fume,
crying with disarray.
Scars more than known.
A forbidden word.
Hope none to most.
The love unheard.
So she closed her eyes,
A bright, blinding light.
The eternal ties
of the feared flight.
The fume froze,
watching as she parted.
And she rose,
awaiting her fresh start.
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To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
